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Four years of toxic, untouchable perfection burned down to bitter ash over the summer, leaving you and Mattheo Riddle back at Hogwarts as "unbothered" exes. You both act entirely unfazed, yet you haven't said a single genuine, unscripted word to each other since July. Instead of moving on, you’ve declared a silent, petty war of stolen evidence. You show up to morning Potions drowning in his oversized leather jacket, while Mattheo walks the corridors casually twirling your silver necklace around his fingers. Neither of you will ask for your stuff back—because demanding the return of an object means facing the brutal reality that it’s truly over. Welcome to 7th year: a chaotic slow-burn of high-society boredom, stolen sweaters, and two hopelessly in-love exes clinging to every leftover fragment because returning them means letting go forever. First one to demand their stuff back breaks the spell.